𝓛exi

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[mewkki]

𝓛exi . . . made in heaven. bucky barnes’ angel. nineteen. made sweetly. mustache enthusiast. dumb & poetic. pope cody <3. 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, ࣪ ˖ ੭

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[ceriseangels]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ JACK ABBOT who... cannot wrap his brain around the fact that you're insecure.

CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI, 3.1k words, unprotected p in v sex, insecure!reader, curvy/plus size!reader, discussions of insecurity and food intake, ass man!jack abbot supremacy, spanking, brief mentions of jack's prosthetic/crutches, not proofread! divider from the beautiful @robinavitchslut⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

It starts after a rich, full dinner. You're stumbling across his threshold together, slightly tipsy off of what seemed like bottomless wine. Jack's lips are on yours in an instant, a large, rugged hand cupping your cheek, pulling your face to meet his.

You melt into him, like you always do, though flashes of the night keep echoing through your brain. The bloat in your tummy, the waitress who's eyes lingered on Jack for too long.

Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, Jack's roaming hands like little taunts over your plush skin. Not thin enough, not pretty enough, not good enough.

You're not an idiot, you see the way women look at Jack, the confused looks that always follow when you tell them that no, you are not his daughter. The logical part of your mind assumes the confusion is born of your age gap.

The rest of yourself is not so kind.

Wiggling out of his grasp, your heart clutches at his little pout. You pinch his cheek, stomach lurching at his hungry eyes.

"I just have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back, okay?" You whisper, desperate to hide any emotion in your voice.

"Okay," he mumbles as you walk past. "Don't take too long, I'll miss ya."

You roll your eyes, affection for the sweet man momentarily drowning out your painful insecurities. Once you're behind the bathroom door, though, the dam breaks.

All your worst thoughts flood through, sweat pricking at your brow. The shape-wear you shoved yourself into just hours ago is too tight, suffocating as you peel your dress above your head, wiggling the pinched fabric down your hips.

Once your skin is free of its confines, you can breathe a little easier. It's stolen from your lungs once again, though, when you slip your dress back over your head.

The satin clings to your tummy in a way that makes you cringe, a low wince slipping through your teeth. You pinch at the loose skin, sucking in and turning every which way in a sad attempt to flatten your stomach.

Why did you have that second helping of pasta? Why did you agree to dessert? Why would Jack ever be attracted to someone like you?

Tears slip past your ducts, and you hold your head parallel to the ground in an attempt to preserve your makeup. You catch your arms in your periphery, the extra jiggle in them as your shoulders shake, a gasp escaping your throat.

Do detox teas work in 30 minutes?

You don't have time to Google your absurd question, as a knock comes from outside.

"You okay, baby? Heard some heavy breathing in there, you're not sick are you?" Jack's sweet voice rings out, and your heart aches.

Sick in the head, maybe.

"No, I'm good," your voice comes out shaky, and utterly unconvincing.

Jack picks up on it, because of course he does, with a sassy huff.

"You sure? Can I be of service in any way, doll?" He pushes, and for some reason, that name snaps something deep within you.

"Don't call me that," you hiss, and he's silent for a moment.

Guilt and regret flood you in equal parts, burning deep in your belly like poison.

"I'm sorry," he responds, and you just cry a little harder. "I'm going to come in though, okay? It's very obvious you're crying, and I can't have that. This is your warning, alright?"

He waits a second before turning the knob, sliding across the threshold, brows furrowing when he sees you in such a state.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong? Anything hurt?" He jumps into doctor mode, if only for a moment, while he gets underneath you to scan your face.

"Hm, pretty as ever," he muses, pinching your wet cheek.

You sniffle, arms coming up to cover your stomach. He knows this move, has picked up on all your little signs in the short time you've been dating, a small coo escaping his lips at the action.

"Oh, honey, you're overthinking that meal, aren't ya?" He asks, and it's so matter of fact that it makes you cry even harder.

"Oh, shh, shh, shh," he whispers, stroking your hair and peppering kisses to your scalp. "You're okay, I got you, you're so beautiful."

"Stop lying to me, Jack," you babble, throat scratchy and voice hurt. "I saw the way our waitress was looking at you, y'know?"

He takes a step back at this, clearly surprised. You keep going.

"In fact, I see the way all girls look at you when we go out, the way they look at me," you mumble, avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah?" He prods. "And how's that?"

"Like they can't believe you'd be with someone like me," you answer, punctuating with a pitiful laugh. "Hell, I can't believe it most days."

"What are you saying to me right now, baby?" He asks, and you roll your eyes. "Don't give me that. What are you trying to tell me?" He demands, and it's embarrassing how easily you fold.

"I'm saying that you could be with anyone in the entire world!" You throw your hands up, gesturing to your curvy frame. "But you chose me? Why? I just don't understand what you see in me, is all."

You trail off at that last bit, crossing your arms over your body once more. He's not having any of it, hands immediately coming down to remove them.

"What?" Is all he manages, a sad whisper reluctant to leave his lips. "You don't understand what I see?" He laughs, though nothing about his tone is humorous. "Baby, you're half my age!" He exclaims, and you roll your eyes.

"No, I'm serious, do you know how scared I was to ask you out on a date? Robby had to talk me off the roof, I'm serious," he insists, and you swat at his arm, remembering the day.

A new EMT at PTMC had flirted with you, and as Jack described him, he was younger, fitter, and more…age appropriate. He'd come rushing to you, had told you that the thought of you with someone like that scared the living shit out of him; you'd told him you weren't interesting in that. Only him.

So why is it so hard for you to understand that this is a two way street?

"Can I help you understand?" He asks, taking your hand. "Please?"

You nod, letting him take you from the bathroom to his bedroom, where he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. You stand in the doorway, watch for a minute as he undoes the mechanisms of his prosthetic, carefully sliding it off and resting it on the side of the bed.

He uses his palms to scoot himself back, not too far, but enough to open a spot for you between his knees. You take it, slotting in like a perfect puzzle piece. His hands start low, fiddling with the hem of your pink dress.

"'s this okay?" He murmurs, and you whisper a breathy, 'yes'.

He doesn't lift it up, rather continues to work his hands up the fabric, pinching your thighs and massaging your ass. Resting his head against your tummy, he peppers kisses there, and your face heats.

"Jack, you don't-" you try to move his head out of the way, discomfort an ever present third in this relationship. "You don't have to do this just because I was sad, I'm a big girl, I'll get over it."

He chuckles, it's sardonic, almost a little mean as he continues to kiss your plush skin.

"I know you are," he mumbles into you. "That's not what this is about. This is about me taking what I want. Y'gonna let me do that? Or are you going to keep doing this lil' shy girl thing?"

Your stomach burns at his words, jaw dropping in surprise.

"Jack-" you exclaim, a gasp wrestling from your chest as he pulls you further into him. "Oh!" You moan, throwing your head back and finally letting yourself lean into his touch.

"There she is, thaaaat's my girl," he coos, finally pulling your dress up over your head.

Your tits bounce as they're freed from the fabric, your tummy spilling over the waistband of your panties, just a little.

His eyes glaze over at the sight, and you cup his cheeks in your hands. He can't take his eyes off your body, and you have to fight the instinct to run away, to hide.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbles, pushing his face deep into your tits.

You gasp as his hands follow suit, grabbing at your skin, kneading them, enclosing his own head between them. You can't help but giggle, trying to separate yourself from him.

"Jack! You're gonna suffocate!" You chuckle, but he just holds you closer.

"Perfect way to go, stop interrupting me," he quips, latching onto your nipple now.

A sweet 'oh!' leaves your lips, fingers coming up to scruff and tug on his hair. He groans at that, the vibrations around your peak sending shockwaves straight to the apex of your thighs.

"Prettiest fucking body I've ever seen, you don't even know," he breathes out, switching his attention to your other breast now.

Spending some time there, he moves his lips lower now, lifting you with ease so he can better access the swell of your tummy. His hands and lips are all over, kneading and massaging what you've always imagined to be your worst feature.

You tell him so, and he just shakes his head, a sardonic chuckle leaving his lips.

"'s fucking insane, baby. Thought you were my smart girl, hm?" He asks, looking up at you.

You nod, tears filling your eyes. He smiles at the sight, his thumb coming up to brush them away.

"Not a very smart thing to think, that you're anything other than a fucking goddess," he whispers. "Not smart at all."

He scoots back some more, holding his hand out for you to straddle him. He pulls you to him by your hips, his hands sliding lower until they reach your ass. You're thankful you at the very least had some foresight to put on a cute pair of panties.

They're not entirely a thong, but a pretty, seamless pair that slides between your cheeks anyways. He groans, bites down on your shoulder at the sight of them.

"God, you have all this back there and have the nerve to be insecure?" He asks, finding purchase on the real estate of your skin.

He grabs at it, kneads like dough, even leaving a few slaps there. You whine at that, and he groans, the way your skin jiggles rolling his eyes back.

"Jesus fucking Christ, want you over my lap. Now," he orders, and you scramble.

Your tummy and tits press up against his soft duvet, your hips settling on his lap. Heat blooms warm in your belly as he rubs a hand over your skin, a soft, "good girl," falling from his lips.

You whimper, arching your back into his touch. He chuckles, and it's almost mean as his hand cracks down on your skin.

"Jack!" You squeal, lurching forward. He just grips your waist, strong hands holding you in place.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tsks, giving you another slap in punishment. "Stay still, yeah?"

You nod, and he smacks you again.

"Yeah?" He repeats, firmer, stronger.

"Yeah," you blubber, wiggling into his harsh touch.

"Good girl, that's my sweet girl," he mutters, dropping another slap onto your cheek.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wetness dripping down your thighs. You can feel his hard length beneath you, and you don't feel so embarrassed, knowing he's turned on, too.

Wiggling your hips into his crotch, he chuckles, coos a bit before cracking his hand down once, twice, three more times. You whine, though you arch into his touch all the same.

"Okay, okay, we can be done," he secedes, and you huff out a breath. "C'mon, up, thatsagirl," he purrs, settling you upright on his lap once more.

He massages your raw skin as you get comfy, leaving one last little smack before pulling his cock out.

You swallow thickly, helping him lift his shirt over his head, as well. He's so pretty, his buff, rugged frame threatening to swallow you whole. Darting your tongue out, you wet your lips before leaning back into him.

He kisses you with a fervor you have no chance of resisting, shoving his hand between you. His coarse fingers collect your wetness, bringing it up to your clit with slow circles.

It feels incredible, your tummy already tightening at the pressure. Your lips form a cute 'o', a small moan escaping them. He splays a hand across your lower back, pulling you further into him.

"I know, feels good, doesn't it, pretty girl?" He asks, and you whine. "D'ya think you can take me like this? Think you're wet enough? Or d'ya need my fingers to split you open, first?"

As delightful as his fingers sound, you think you'll die if you go another 10 seconds without his cock.

"I'm wet enough, I am- oh God, please!" You whine, thrashing your hips for more friction.

He cuts your writhing off with another sharp slap to your ass, and you throw your head back in a whine.

"Y'gonna stop being a brat so I can fuck you properly?" He asks, lining his tip up with your entrance.

You nod, tears pricking your eyes at the pure desperation.

"Good," he mumbles, poking his tip into you.

Your jaw goes slack, ever the stretch, no matter the lubricant.

"Yeah, yeahh," he draws out, pulling you down even further onto him. "That's it, 's a lot, isn't it? Big dick for my sweet girl, hm?" He asks, getting you seated fully.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to his size. When you try to move, though, he stops you, his big hands once again controlling your actions.

Your head whips up, eyes glassy, lips pouty. He cocks his head to the side, faux-pity lining his features. You rake your nails across his skin, reveling in the goosebumps that erupt on his skin.

"Jeeeesus," he groans out, taking a deep breath to maintain his composure. "What did I say about bein' a brat? Get comfortable, y'gonna hurt yourself if you try to move so quickly."

Your heart flutters at his casual dominance, the way he takes over your decision making. It makes your head go fuzzy, your hips wiggling in his grasp.

"God, you're fuckin' pushin' it, aren't ya?" He asks, swatting your backside once more.

"'m sorryyyy," you whine out, sounding nearly drunk of him already. "Just feels too good, need more, please."

He relents at that, relief flooding through you when he says, "Fine, but go slow, and be careful."

You listen, because of course you do, rocking your hips every so slightly.

"Good, gooood job, baby, s'nice, huh?" He coos, and your tummy turns at his words. "Nice and full of me, hm?"

You nod, desperate and shaky as you lift yourself up, just slightly, to drop back down.

"That's my girl, body looks so fucking beautiful riding me like this," he mutters, and you bury your face in his neck.

"Nuh-uh," he tsks, pulling your hair to get you to look at him.

You whine, and he pouts at you.

"Ooh, that hurt?" He asks, and you nod. "Mmm, sorry, angel," he replies, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

His hands grip your ass once more, helping you move up and down on him like an expert. You babble around him, utter nonsense flowing from your lips at the intense pleasure.

"Jack-Jackie-ooh! Oh, it's so good!" You whine, breath hitching as he hits your sweet spot.

"Yeah, that's the spot isn't it? Makes you feel so nice every time I hit it," he inhales sharply. "And I do hit it every time, don't I?" He calls for reassurance, and you wonder how much of it is for him and not you.

"Every time, Jackie, fuck me so perfect every time," you whine, pushing him back onto the bed to gain more purchase above him.

He flops back in surprise, eyes going wide as you press two delicate hands on his chest. You resume your bouncing, this time with much more fervor. Your skin prickles as you feel your orgasm build, the warmth in your tummy has been brewing for too long, you're starting to grow desperate.

"God, this fuckin' view," he groans, hands gripping your love handles. He squeezes the extra skin there, thumbs running over the chub. "So perfect, baby, gonna dream about this for years."

You giggle, picking up your speed, just a little.

"Y'know, you can always just ask me to fuck you, don't have to dream about it," you tease, earning you another spank.

"I guess I can, can't I?" He muses, arms coming up to rest behind his head.

"Mmhm," you coo, circling your hips to get friction onto your clit. "Comfy?"

"Incredibly," he replies, and your eyes shine with love. "Gonna cum for me?" He asks, and you're reminded of the task at hand.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, the burning sensation in your stomach hard to ignore, growing more impossible each second. You nod, brows furrowing in desperation.

His lips collect in a whistle as he drags his thumb between your legs. He rubs, and it's nearly immediate, how your orgasm takes over. Arching your back, lightning shooting through you as the first wave washes over.

Your orgasm comes in a million little explosions, fireworks popping through your veins, tightening your pussy around Jack. This spurs his own release, as he releases inside you, a raspy "good girl," falling from his lips.

Trails of fire litter through you as you both come down, the throbbing of his now softening cock like a reward for your hard work.

"That's it, thaaat's it, good job, honey," he mumbles as you pulse around him, limp body flopping into his chest.

His large hands creep up your back, rubbing soothing circles on your sweaty skin. Chests heaving together, he slowly lifts you up and off of him, where you both groan at the sudden emptiness.

"Baby, will you grab me my crutch so I can go to the restroom 'n clean you up?" He asks, a bit of red tinting his cheeks at the request.

"Honey, of course," you say, leaning over to the opposite side of the room. "But I can always go myself, you know?"

"Ah, ah, ah," he cuts you off with a wave of his finger. "Don't want hear that, you know that, hm? What did I say about being a brat?" He asks, hoisting himself up.

"Hmmm," you pretend to think, resuming your spot on the bed. "Not sure, you're going to have to remind me later."

He growls, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing one last sloppy kiss to your lips.

"Be careful what you wish for."

[doeidawn]

biting the fuckkkkkk out of titus cuz i know his freaky ass would love it 1.6k

಄ — MDNI/18+; fem!reader; reader is explicity a masochist + okay with violence; references to past rough sex—choking, slapping, spanking, biting, etc.; we match his freak, okay; talk of blood; slight bloodplay(licking blood, spreading blood); riding; unprotected piv(wrap it before you tap it); titus discovers things about himself; slight subby titus towards the end; creampie

i wrote this impulsively in one sitting lololol i need him badddddd >_<

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It was no surprise that Titus could be a little…rough at times. Violence was introduced from a young age and subsequently battered into him throughout life. It was bound to seep into other aspects of his life when it was the only language he really understood. Try as he might to put on that mask and act well-adjusted and "normal", something inside of him just didn't quite tick that way.

So when you came into his life, not only accepting of his roughness but encouraging? What else was a man to do but indulge?

And indulge he did. His handprint marred your ass every time he had you bent over. He couldn't get over the way you tightened around his cock every time his palm met your skin. Bites littered your throat and chest, even the insides of your thighs bore the mark of his teeth. When you'd given him too much lip while you sank to your knees only to revel in the sting of his palm on your cheek. Or when his hand closed around your throat and squeezed just enough to take your breath away and your cunt seemed to choke his dick out in return. 

The pain ignited something in you that he'd never witnessed before. More than pleasure. He saw it, and understood it more than he'd ever admit. It was like Le Bail had sent you directly to him. 

And Titus had never felt that to be as true as he did right now. 

You were on top of him, knees planted on his expensive sheets right by his hips, fucking yourself on his cock like you owned it. (And as far as he was concerned, you did). Your ass was already raw where he'd groped and grabbed and slapped. The sting sent shockwaves up your spine as you bounced off of his thighs. Your hips might already have bruises from the sheer grip of his hands, though they didn't stay there for long before slipping down to palm your ass again. 

"Look at you," Titus growled as your hips slammed down against his, "wanted it bad, didn't you, sweetheart?"

You nod frantically, looking down to where your hands plant on his chest. "Yeah, fuck…Needed it…" His hand squeezes your ass and you yelp. "Hah…harder, Titus, please…" 

He follows your plea with a sharp crack of his palm. The sharp jolt of pain makes you flutter around his cock. Another groan pulls from his chest that vibrates through your palm. "Needed it?"

"Mm-hmm…" Your hips rock back and forth on his lap, grinding your puffy clit against his pelvis. "Needed this…" Your hands slide up his chest and over his freckled shoulders as you lean down. Nosing at his jaw, your lips brush over his neck in a trail of kisses. "Needed you…"

Titus bands an arm over your waist as he hums in acknowledgment. You feel the sound against your lips as your mouth traces the line of his neck. When a rock of your hips pushes a moan from your throat, your teeth graze just slightly where his pulse thrums. You don't think anything of it, but you're all-too-aware of the way he shudders underneath you. How his fingers tighten on your skin and his breath catches.

A terrible thought enters your head almost immediately. Your teeth sink into the crook of his neck, holding firm against the muscle, feeling his skin give way under your bite. 

And Titus absolutely breaks. The sound that leaves him is unlike anything you've heard from him before. Guttural and absolutely fucking needy. He curses through gritted teeth, hips jerking to spear his cock into you. The tension doesn't leave his body until you pull away. And when you do, the first thing you do is ogle the indent of your teeth etched into his skin. 

You smile. Real and proud, you smile against his neck as you lean in again. Instead of biting, your tongue darts out to lap at the mark left behind. "You like that?" You purr into his neck. He doesn't respond outside of a jerk of his hips and a hum in his chest.

You bite down again, further up his neck this time. When he reacts the same way—panting, wanting, and fucking into you—you can't help but giggle as your teeth let go. The next bite is more playful, a nip right at his jaw that doesn't elicit more than a curse from him.

"Fuck, you're trouble…" His voice is strained, but you can't tell if it's from the bites or the effort of pushing his hips up into you. His hands are tight where they hold you in place. Until one slides up to grab your jaw, his thumb digging into the hinge under your ear, pulling your face towards his. "That damn mouth…" He spits, but there's no venom in it. 

It's not clear who breaks the distance, but somehow, your mouth ends up on his. The kisses are sloppy and wet, a mess of spit between tongues and teeth. You're panting into his mouth with each rock of his hips that pushes his cock even deeper. His hand slides off of your jaw and snakes down to grope your ass, earning another gasp from you that he takes as a victory. 

It's then that another terrible idea slithers into your brain. Between the sloppy kisses, you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and bite. Not too hard, but enough to sink into his soft skin. Enough for Titus to suck in a breath. But not enough to make either of you stop. 

The first thing you notice is the taste of copper. The second, when you pull back and see red splotched on his mouth, smeared messily where it's mixed with saliva. Your hips still as you stare down at him.

"You're bleeding." You aren't too sure why you feel the need to state it. Acknowledgement, maybe, that your teeth were responsible. That he was the one wounded this time around. 

A hand moves from his shoulder to cup his jaw. Your thumb runs over the bloody skin of his bottom lip, smearing the red liquid. You hold your hand up between the two of you as evidence. As if you needed to prove it to him. Sure enough, there was his blood, smeared and glistening over the pad of your thumb. You only hesitate for a second—making sure his eyes are on you—before bringing your hand to your mouth and sucking the iron taste off of your skin. 

This time, you know it's Titus who closes the distance. Your mouths collide roughly, panting hot and swapping spit and blood. "Keep going," his voice breaks on a rough sound as he grabs your hips. His fingers dig into the plush of your skin as he guides you to rock up and down in his lap. "Keep going, sweetheart, don't stop…"

Your lips—undoubtedly as bloody as his—curl into a smile. "Yeah?" You coo, slamming your hips down against his. You lean in, nosing his jaw, and feel his body tense in preparation. "You want my teeth on you, baby?"

A rumbled mm is all you get from him, but the way his cock kicks inside you tells you everything you needed to know. 

You sink your teeth into the base of his neck again, not too far from the first bite. You could almost call the sound he makes a whine. It vibrates harshly through your teeth, moving through you. Two, three other bites litter the space between his neck and his shoulder. The press of your teeth leaves his freckled skin raw and red. 

Titus groans something that sounds dangerously close to your name. "Shit, you…you're a mess." As you move in his lap, he reaches up to swipe his fingers over your lips. Blood smears from your mouth to his fingertips, bright and sticky. 

Without thinking, you chase his hand. Your lips close around his bloodied fingers and suck. You moan softly against his fingers from the coppery taste and the feel of his cock punching deep. That seems to do him over completely. 

A soft oh, fuck, a desperate rut of his hips, and Titus is done. His cock pulses inside you, buried as far as your cunt will take him, pumping thick and hot. His free hand squeezes your hip tight. Even though watching him was nearly enough to tip you over the edge, you don't stop rocking in his lap, not even when he starts to hiss and writhe under you. His hand falls away from your mouth, slipping his wet fingers between your legs.

Your hips jerk into his touch to grind your clit against his touch. He winces again when your cunt squeezes his softening cock. "C'mon," he urges, a tinge of desperation in his voice. "Use me, sweetheart, don't stop until you cum for me."

It's hard not to stare at the evidence you've left on him; the blood smeared over his lip, the bites on his neck and shoulders. His cum seeps out of you with every downstroke, dripping down to the sheets below. His hand, wet with your saliva, swirls your clit with an almost tangible need. You were using him to work yourself over the edge. And it comes quicker than you anticipate. 

When it hits, it's hard enough to make your legs shake around his hips. Titus doesn't stop, even if he's trembling and panting underneath you, jaw set tight as your cunt milks his sensitive cock. He works you through the high, through the little aftershocks that jerk your hips. And even though his hand eventually moves away, settling tight on your hips, you never stop grinding in his lap. 

You'd discovered something new about him, after all. Surely he could power through another round. 

[deersthoughts]

nsfw sammy bryant blurb not proofread

Sammy Bryant who ended up stoned on the couch with you, the new criminal law intern. Initially he was just supposed to drive you home but you mentioned weed that eventually spiraled into convincing him to come home with you

“Maybe you just need to decompress, cmon!! We’ll be short Sammy!” You genuinely believed he did need to decompress, he always seemed so stressed, but he’d been kind to you so far, way more than other people had at least.

-

Sammy broke the silence with a few coughs and a little chuckle, making you laugh.

“I thought you said you used to smoke? Coughing like a baby.” You playfully jabbed and shook your head, which was resting on his lap, laid up on the couch with him as you two shared a blunt.

“Go easy. it’s been a while.” He whispered, high as a kite and softly smiling.

You broke out into giggles, cheesing so hard and rolling to bury your face in his tummy. His ran his hands through your hair before questioning all this laughter.

“You’re jus’ rlly cute. Im sorry!! I know I shouldn’t say that.” You mumbled, your hands grabbing at his shirt and softly placing a kiss on his stomach.

His breath caught, and you watched a small little smile break on his face. “Oh yea? That’s why?” He whispered, his tone skeptical.

You nodded, giggling a little more before physically feeling him get hard. You smirked and sat up.

“Lemme take care of you Sammy. Pleaseee.” You carefully ran your hands over his bulge, quick to find a sensitive spot that made him kinda gasp. His smile never faltered, but he shook his head.

His lips met yours, growing a sorry look on his face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea cutie.” He whispered, letting you cup his face and pepper a few kisses all over it.

“Oh yea?” You asked, followed by a nod from Sammy. “Can I kiss you.. at least?” Your voice was so incredibly small, like you were scared you blew it. Sammy just smiled and nodded.

-

“We can’t. I want it too. But you know we cant” breathlessly muttered between kisses, Sammys hands cupping your face with a sorry look on his.

You immediately pout, shaking your head. Your hands reached for the buttons on his shirt, carefully undoing them between little kisses you left here and there on his chest and tummy.

He giggled, playfully smiling. His face told an entirely different story than his words.

“Oh baby this is a bad idea, I dunno cutie” He whispered, softly placing kisses on your chest as he helped you straddle him.

By the time his pants were off, he was half lidded, sleepy, and guilt ridden. His brows a little furrowed.

“What’s wrong with this Sammy? Hm?” You asked, curious if he actually just didn’t want you or if he genuinely had a reason.

“I got a wife. I can’t..” He muttered, like he didn’t want to admit it. He was flushed and needy at this point, and you just shook your head.

He grabbed his dick, lining it up with you and letting you slowly lower yourself on him, earning a few breathless gasps and moans.

“Oh Fuuck- mph- F-feel s’ good.” He whined when you finally took all of him, hands needily grasping at your hips.

You grabbed the blunt, relighting it then passing it to him, softly laughing. He hit it while you held it for him, blowing the smoke away from you.

[groovyangelkisses]

grinding on sammy bc he feels like hes gonna cum soon and is so embarrassed 💔💔 and you just ask if its better to grind and hes squeezing his eyes closed and nodding furiously

oh my stomach just twisted.

biting and licking at his bottom lip, breathy little “yeah baby, ‘s better. oh, please” almost kicking his feet a little from the feeling coursing through him </3 big hands gripping your hips so that fat of them fold in between his fingers and when he sneaks a glance down at that he groans again “oh fuuuuuck me”

[groovyangelkisses]

riding sammy but he can’t calm down. like chin tilted up to the ceiling, eyes closed & chubby hands squeezing the sides of your knees. breathing through his nose & his tummy trembling underneath his white cotton shirt. a long drawn out “oh my god” as his eyes roll back and he’s sweating a little. curling his toes in his black work socks and whining “baby baby baby” in a plea for you to get closer to him </3

[lovaeir]

Pope whispers to himself during sex.

MDNI 18+

You first notice it when he’s got you laid on your back in his bed, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you. His foreheads resting against your own as you bite your lip, trying to stay relatively quiet. But when he shoves his fingers in and curls, your mouth flys open, a sharp gasp spilling from your lips.

Pope nods “there it is.” he whispers while your heads rolled back against the pillows, eyes shut. His thumb moving over your clit. His palm squelching against your sex as he curls his fingers, pushing rougher against that spongy spot inside you. “You can take em’” he nods and you realize now he’s talking to you, he wasn’t before. You clench around them and he nods, thumb pushing harder against your button, “good girl.”

—

The next time you notice him doing it is when he’s eating you out. Your legs are spread open for him, pussy clenching around nothing. “S’ pretty” he whispers as he moves down, kitten licking at your clit. “she tastes to good” he whispers into you, his lips wetting from being pressed against your arousal.

You can see his arm start to move and know he’s jerking himself off while he’s on his knees. He’s whimpering into you, slobbering all over your cunt and sucking it back up, tongue flicking against you. Pope lets out soft grunts before pushing his tongue deep inside you, flicking it around. His idle hand moving up to squeeze your breast. “So good.” He pipes up, pulling back and looking at you. “You’re so perfect.” He says at a normal volume before diving back in. You’re smiling to yourself, back arching up off the mattress and hands tangling in his hair.

—

When you finally say something it’s when he’s inside you. His face is dropped into your neck, panting against your skin as he moves his hips. “feels made for me.” He whispers into your skin, but you can’t hear him well so you pull his head back to look at him. “What?” You ask out of breath. “What?” He asks back, hips slowing. “I didn’t hear what you said” you smile, brushing sweaty strands of hair out of his face.

“I didn’t say anything.” He shakes his head, eyebrows scrunching together. You know he did, you felt his lips move against your neck. But he’s not admitting to it and looks genuinely confused so you figure it wasn’t for you. “Okay” you giggle, hands moving down to squeeze his ass, making him groan and push his hips back into you.

[j4ckr4bbits]

reader torturing jack in the ed by giving dick sucking gestures ♡ maybe even notes about how she wants fingers inside of her if they go to the breakroom for just a few minutes ♡ jack feeling rock fucking hard and giving in cuz who is he if he can’t treat his babygirl?

18+ MDNI

jack's just been soooo busy lately. you're not the type of girl to straight up ask him to fuck you, still a little too shy, so you just bide your time. he can't go forever without it, right?

it's been a week since the last time you fucked, and you're going a little insane. it's not like you're even consciously thinking about it, but every mundane thing just seems to turn sexual for you. and jack notices.

he knows you two haven't been intimate in a while, but he hasn't been wanting to overwhelm you, to avoid the risk of coming off like some perverted older guy who can't keep his hands off of you. he's a seasoned attending physician, damn it, he can restrain himself! but he eventually realises what it's doing to you, his poor baby girl, and he feels a little guilty.

he sees the way you absentmindedly bob your head a little while you're sucking on the straw of your iced coffee. he watches your cheeks hollow slightly. and he knows your tongue's curling around it like it does the underside of his dick :(

he even catches you stroking your waterbottle up and down while you chat to a colleague by the nurse's station. it would look innocent enough to anyone else, but jack recognises the subtle way you flick your wrist on the upstroke, and it has him stiffening in his scrubs.

he's starving you of cock, and you're too sweet to tell him :( it gets to the point where even the sight of jack's biceps bulging under his scrubs has you soaking your panties, and you know you just can't take it anymore. you grab a pen and some scrap paper — ripping off a piece of a fudged ECG destined for the recycling anyways — and scribble down a note on the back. you muster up the courage to shove it into the pocket of jack's scrub top when he passes you in the hallway.

he watches you scurry off before he can say anything, an amused smile curling at the corners of his lips. he pulls out the scrap of paper, and reads:

feeling needy :( sorry :( need you so bad, jack, come and meet me in the breakroom when you can? sorry again :(

jack coos internally, then heads straight there. the minute the two of you are alone, he's all over you, trying to make up for lost time.

"no need to apologise, sweetheart," he mumbles as his stubble scratches against your cheek.

he has you soaking his fingers, your juices running down the tanned, freckled length of his arm as your thighs writhe around it. "you're fucking back on it, princess, look at you. can you hear how wet you are? must've been needy, huh?"

"y-yes, been needy a while, needed you so so bad..."

"oh, baby... i could tell you've been needy, just wanted to hear it from you." he curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot, pecks your soft lips as you whimper, then continues, "next time you need daddy, you just come and ask, alright? you're a big girl, need to use your words."

[carbonfiction]

Nothings gonna hurt you, baby

Summary: after a bad nightshift you get stuck in your own head, letting it dift you away into that hazy space until you need Jack to reel you back in with a worthy distraction... Based on this lovely anon request <3

Warnings: mentions of a bad ER shift and the negative impact on mental health, some subspace/subdrop vibes, softdom/Olderboyfriend!Jack, car shenanigans, praise, over the panties rubbing, clothed play, clit stimulation, vaginal fingering whilst driving, Jack talking you through (bc ofc he does?!) kinda open ended cause i wouldn't mind picking up from this at some point.

Masterlist

It'd been one of those shifts.

You know the kind that starts in a mood far too good to be working a 12-hour shift and ends with the lingering question of why you'd chosen to take the path into medicine at all.

The same kind that goes from good to bad in a blink, that goes from stable to crash carts, and condolences that are never enough.

Those 12 hours felt like a test of will, of strength, of your shreds of remaining sanity. You can’t stop thinking about it all; those saved and those... Those not.

It weighs heavy in your head but presents heavier in the slump of your shoulders beneath a backpack strap.

The early sun is already golden as you finally make it out to meet Jack at his car again, leaving a night you'd rather forget behind. All you want now is to be home, to curl up with the man who understands it all on such an experienced level—highs and lows—and sleep.

"There she is," he calls whilst you cross the lot, his beam almost as bright as the sun's rise, eyes crinkled, and jaw peppered with white stubble. He still has some energy left in him by his voice, how though you have little clue. At least there's no way break room cold coffee is the answer.

You pull on a smile of your own, though, one like you didn't already spend your night working beside him or catch up with him half an hour ago about having to finish up some charting before you could leave.

"Sorry about that," you apologize anyway, to a shake of his head.

"Told you already, s'fine it happens—hop in." Those thick, freckled biceps ripple as he takes your bag and places it inside the backseat along with his own.

The engine is a rumble you're almost thankful to be able to hear when he pulls away, a distraction from replaying beeping machines and commands during procedures. It pairs perfectly with Jack's humming and the tap of his fingers on the leather wheel along to some song playing quietly on breakfast radio.

You're too busy zoned out on it all to notice Jack's curiosity, though, or to catch the crease in his brows or the bite of his jaw. He can see you in his periphery, fingers clenched tight into scrub bottoms you couldn't be bothered to change from, that slightly misty look in your eye as you watch the world go by through the window.

He's seen this before with you and knows the drop of a bad shift too well—what your mind needs to ponder and what to be distracted from.

Jack clears his throat, a quiet attempt at getting your attention before he asks. "Doing okay there, sweetheart?"

You meet his eyes in the rearview mirror, clearing the lump out of your own throat. A sound thoroughly unconvincing, your reply bordering closer to a question than an answer.

"Oh, Yeah m'fine?"

"Uh huh.." Jack hums, attention half on the road, half on that telltale knotting of your fingers in your lap.  "Been staring out that window for a lil while now; I wanted to check in."

"Just.. Tired."

He sighs, nodding, offering you a sympathetic smile. "I know honey, was a long one, not so far now." he lets that sit for a moment, lets his eyes track the squish together of fabric squeezed thighs and fingers picking until theres loose thread.

"In the meantime.. S'there somethin you're wantin? Keep on fidgeting over there"

You swallow, shrug, chew at your lip slightly, before offering. "I.. I dont know"

Its a lie, a bad one really, but it fits the state you're in- when being verbal makes your mouth feel like its stuffed with cotton. When your thoughts jumble and make it hard to untangle the things you need from those you dont.

But Jack knows. He always knows, when you need things that you cant always say just yet. "Thats alright" he says softly, one hand leaving the wheel to reach over the cener console, before letting it rest limp in your lap. His lips curve into a smile that both reassures and confirms. "Aint gotta know. Tell you what, you can have my hand to hold the rest of the way; how's that sound?"

You nod, letting yourself drift again, this time allowing your nails to trace the worn lines and plush curves of his palm.

You admire how thick his fingers are, marvel at the way you know exactly how fucking perfect they feel stretching you open.

"Jack.." you breathe, thighs pushed tight beneath where you hold his hand.

He hums, focused on the road.

"Please.. Need to- to not think. Now."

Jack doesn't say a word, just waits for your fingers loosen around his, for your thighs to part in the car seat. Then he touches you, fingertips apply the barest pressure over the crotch of both scrub bottom and underwear.

The friction is.. Nice, But just that. Not good, not direct and, most of all, its not at all enough.

And asif on cue, Jacks voice breaks the quiet. Asking a question he knows is almost mocking.

"Hows that angel, better?"

You cant speak, cant even begin to have your mouth form the words, but a mewl does slip free- wanton and needy. It makes Jack's lips quirk up into a smirk, the maddeningly slow pace he rubs you at never faultering.

"aint enough is it?" he coos, glacing your way. "my poor girl, Huffin n' puffin in that seat. We're almost home, can have whatever you want then i promise"

The speed you head shakes almost makes him worry about whiplash, a pitiful sound filling the car. You squirm beneath the seatbelt, wiggle your hips against his still moving hand, anything to keep it going.

"C-cant.." you struggle. "Please Jack, need it now.

"We'll be home in few more mi-" hes cut off via the soynd of fabric tearing, of seams giving in from the pressure of both fingers curled into them tight and legs trying to shuffle wider in an awkward space. The rip leaving behind frayed edges and a gaping hole that reveals the wetly stained patch of your arousal in your panties.

You're nothing but wide eyed and illuminated by the morning sun in that moment, squirmy and needy, wanting nothing more than to get out of your head.

And Jack? Still with one hand gripped on the leather wheel, driving steady down intersections and bustling blocks, finally gives in.

"Oh honey.." His coo is pittying as he meets your eyes in the mirror, fingers already moving on your thigh toward the rip. "Alright shh, let's make some space." He taps your furthest hand with his fingertips. "pull those panties over f' me, open up a little wider, thats it good girl."

If you thought the contact of the air inside the car on your bared pussy was bliss, the slow trace of Jack's middle and ring finger up your sticky slit is sublime. He teases them up and down, traces the lips of your pussy, gathering your arousal until his fingers slide with little resistance. That first circle to your clit making your hips jolt up, a quiet gasp ripping from the depths of your chest.

Its good- so fucking good- that the hand not holding your panties digs into his forearm, keeping him there; controlling the stimulation you revel in. It's like the radio melts away, like the sun bothering your eyes and the streets passing by no longer exists, every flick and pinch toward your puffy little nub further dousing the fire in your gut in excess gasoline.

"Thats it" Jack drawls, suppressing a growl in his throat. "guide my fingers angel, take what you want."

And boy do you.

With a broken moan and a lilt of your hips, you guide a thick finger into your fluttering hole. You take it greedily, jaw falling open at the strech of his middle inside you, before guiding in a second to join in. Leather seats squeak quietly as you rock your hips, chasing the perfect drag of his tips against your walls, curling dangerously close to the spot that always has you shattering.

Those squeaks of the seat are drowned out however, quite literally, what with the debauched squelch and drip of your pussy. Your gasped moans and soft whines dont help, every sound in the car hardening Jack's cock in his pants to something solid.

"She's so wet, you hear that? Specially When i curl em righhhht there," he marvels in a coo, thumb adjusting to bump against your clit with every motion. "my thumb on that puffy clit, rubbin all those thoughts away. s' been hard tonight, i know baby. Doin so good"

Your lips form the shape of his name, the sound breaking in your throat as your nails only dig deeper into his freckled forearm. Every drag against your walls feeling better than the last, every sensation to your puffy clit growing almost overwhelming.

"J-jack" you mewl, hips jolting in the seat as you slide down slightly, head thrown back in that space between door and headrest. "O-oh god- m' close"

"Yeah?" he responds, pleased. The engine rumbling back to life after another red light, driving like he hasnt got his fingers knuckles deep inside your poor soggen pussy. "Gonna cum like this before we get back home? Be my best girl?"

You hum, the deep curl of his fingers drawing you ever closer, winding that band in your belly tighter.

"That's it, i know" Jacks thumb presses against your clit with the slightest increase in pressure, your hips jolting in the seat. "Just let it happen, dont chase it.."

You dont, or at least, you try. Your whole body is trembling, toes curling tight in your sneakers, nails close to maiming his forearm. The rhythm consistent, steady, perfect in every possible way.

Jack coaxes you anyway, like he always does, keeping you grouded with the husk of his tired voice. "Just ride it out, deep breaths, can feel it comin. drenchin my hand and my car seat, s' gonna be a big one huh?"

You struggle to reply, heaving out a broken moan "U-uh huh"

"Do it," he nods, eyes locking on your hazed, lust blown ones in the mirror, a growl ripping from him as he feels the telltale ripple of your pussy clenching around his curling, dragging digits. "Yeaaah, there we go, cum for me angel, make me proud."

The orgasm hits you in the chest first truth be told, It steals the very breath from your lungs, taking with it the noise you'd intended to let free. Your ears ring, vision a haze of white behind tightly cleched eyelids.

You cum violently, with a stuttering chest, writhing hips, and stomach muscles contracting wildly under your top. Arousal squelches lewdly down his hand, soaking the seat beneath you and whats left of your scrub bottoms, debauched and filthy. Your pussy pulses intensely even as he slows, as if trying to milk out any further bliss jack could bring her.

In fact, he doesn't let up until the last shocks overtake you and the bliss begins to burn. When your body no longer writhes and your moans turn to soft whimpers of overwhelm. Every motion turns gentle then, the draw out of his thoroughly soaked digits, the lift of his thick thumb from your puffy clit.

You let go of his arm with still closed eyes, body slumping into the seat exhausted and stated.

You dont catch him drag his tongue over those fingers, nor register the car's lack of movement, but what you do see when those eyes finally pop open? A smile as proud and adoring as it could possibly be.

And the solid tent of Jacks own arousal

"That feel a little better sweetheart?" he asks softly, reaching over to unclip your seatbelt. When you hum, he lets out a breathy laugh, rounding the car to meet you at the passenger side. "Yeah, i thought so silly girl.. Now, Lets get you all cleaned up and into bed hm?"

Writing this lowkey got me thinking about this here link i saw recently🤭🙂‍↕️ (fingering)

But Thank you so much for requesting and reading i hope you all enjoyed <33

[pinkandblueblurbs]

18+ mdni thinking about jack abott and his sweet girl who gets distracted during sex n can have trouble finishing…

he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.

His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.

“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”

Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”

You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.

“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.

“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.

He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.

“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.

His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”

Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.

When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.

“Goood girl.” Jack grits out. His hips stutter as he diligently fucks you through your orgasm. “You’re so good, honey. Fuck.” His forehead falls against yours, sweaty gray curls pressing against your hairline and lust-blown eyes mere inches from your own. “That never gets fucking old.”

[groovyangelkisses]

coming down the stairs in a string bikini with a lil charm dangling in between your tits. jack is sooooo dad about it, standing from the couch with one arm extended as he walks towards you

“uh uh, no way”

“jaaaack it’s cute!” you whine, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the swell as you stand your ground.

“yeah too fuckin’ cute, i can’t pop a chubby on the beach, baby. please, for my sake, change.” he tries, but you know he wants you to wear it. he just loves the teasing faux argument, riles him up, even.

sauntering out the door with a smile and jack rubs his thumb on the bone at the center of your chest. “so fuckin’ sexy, love you” he relents, a soft whisper and rough kiss to your lips before he pulls back to grab the beach umbrella and your tote.

[abbotsbunnygf]

-> [rated: e.] smut. (pervy) andrew 'pope' cody x (secretly pervy) female reader. word count: 2.1k.

summary: andrew's your best friend. he steals your panties to jerk off while you pretend to know nothing 'bout that.

you become best friends with andrew quite literally out of the blue. you don’t even remember how it happens; someday he’s just… there. for every moment of your life. 

when you get the job you so desperately wanted? you called him first, even before you called your parents. you make him meal prep so he would stop relying on take out. you don’t question when he appears on your doorstep bloody and bruised, just take care of him. 

and the thing he treasures most, you’re not afraid of him. never was. you trust him, not only with your own safety and life, but your thoughts — no matter how small or meaningless you thought it was — and opinions, your dreams. 

it’s not uncommon for you to come home and find andrew on your couch, eating your food — you’re not gonna tell him that, but you always make more than you can possibly eat so he can indulge in whatever he wants. you know he didn’t always have food, or enough food, or whatever he wanted to eat. cooking is basically your love language, of course you cook for him. it gives you some kind of satisfaction knowing you're feeding him good stuff, and even more that he likes it. craves it, even. for someone as stoic and afraid of getting too close like andrew, that is, in fact, huge. 

you know andrew’s in your apartment when you come home and his boots are right by the door. you smile to yourself, always happy to have him there. his company makes you feel safe. moreso, you just love having him near. 

but he’s not on the couch, or the kitchen. the next place to look is your bed; for some reason, andrew loves taking a nap in your bed — it smells like you. that’s why; it makes him relax, for once. not he’ll tell you this. 

you walk on your tippy toes to your bedroom, not wanting to wake him up if he is asleep. 

except he’s not. 

andrew’s standing by your dresser, one of the drawers open. specifically, the intimate clothing one. he’s staring at your panties and bras with blown out pupils. one of his hands fisting the fabric of his pants, like he’s trying to hold himself back. 

the one hand though holds one of your panties. used ones. simple ones too, nothing flashy or overly sensual; just cotton and a little bow at the crotch. your eyes go comically wide when you watch him bring them to his face and take a deep breath, like he was inhaling more than just your scent, but you.

he turns as if to walk out and freezes when he sees you there, leaning against the doorway. 

“you weren’t supposed to be home,” andrew says, looking away, guilty. 

your lips quirk up in a smirk. “you really wanna talk about what we were or weren’t supposed to be doing?”

he can’t even look at you properly, but his hand doesn’t let go of your panties. 

“what are you gonna do with those?” you ask, pointing at the fabric with a tilt of your chin. 

he looks like a cornered animal for a second, before his face goes blank. you know he’s trying to deflect. 

“i’m gonna use ‘em to jerk off,” is what andrew replies. 

or not. 

you were not expecting that he’d say that. you knew he might do just that, you just didn’t know he’d be so… brazen about it. andrew smirks at your widened eyes. 

“what? like they weren’t laying around where you knew i could see ‘em,” he says. “it’s almost like you wanted me to find them.”

“i… no,” you whisper, cheeks heating up. caught red handed. 

“whatever you say, gorgeous,” he smirks. 

the two of you stand a few feet from each other, just staring at each other. 

“now, if you’ll excuse me…” he motions out the door. you shake your head and step farther into the room, closing the door behind you. 

“not so fast, popey,” you say. “if you want to keep my panties, i wanna see it. wanna see what you’re doing to them,” you smirk at him. 

“you fucker—” he groans when the door clicks shut. 

you only smile at him, feigning innocence. 

“c’mon. i wanna watch it,” you say, leaning back against the door. 

andrew stares at you like he can’t believe this is real. that you’re asking him this. you. not even in his wildest dreams you’d… alright, yeah. in his wildest dreams you do so much more than just watch.

he nods then, taking a cautious step back. “okay. i’ll show you,” he says, sitting on the edge of your bed. his hand slips down his body, straight to the waistband, but you click your tongue. 

“take your shirt off,” you say. “if you’re giving me a show i want the whole thing.” 

he groans, rolling his eyes at you. but he takes off his shirt, and you can’t help but bite your lip when his body is put on display for you. his toned muscles, tan skin and a few scars you know personally from tending to their wounds. 

then his hand goes under the waistband of his pants, pulling out his cock. his hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly. it's not as long as it is girthy; undoubtedly would split your cunt in two. the thought makes you clench your thighs.

the veins on the underside of it caught your attention; you wanna lick it up and down, trace them with your tongue. andrew gives his dick a few, experimental strokes, precum already leaking from the tip. 

“fuck, baby. you look like you want to swallow it whole,” he says, and he’s not entirely wrong. you do want to take his cock down your throat until you’re gagging around it. 

“show me, andy,” you say, licking your lips, eyes glued to that fat cock like you're under his spell. 

he strokes it in earnest now, up and down his fat cock, twisting his hand every time it goes up, bringing your panties to his nose with the other hand. he takes a big sniff, eyes rolling back as he imagines what you looked like if you weren’t wearing anything. 

“i think about you every time,” he says, voice barely above a shaky whisper. “every time i do this.”

“what do you think about, andy?” 

his hand moves faster on his cock, more and more clear precum slicking down his shaft. “i think about you… fuck… riding me. my cock and my face,” he groans, your panties still on his nose. “i think about how wet you’d get when i make you cum for me.”

his words make your mind spin. images of him on top of you, under you, fucking you so good run around your mind. you can’t help but clench your thighs again. 

his eyes never leave yours. with a sleazy smile, andrew brings your panties down and wraps it around his cock. he groans, long and loud and your cunt clenches just from hearing it. you want him to make those sounds when he slides inside you. he uses your panties to jerk off, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin making him moan, low and ragged. 

“i think about cumming on your panties and making you wear ‘em all day long,” he groans, throwing his head back. “make you walk around with my cum in that sweet cunt of yours.”

your body moves before you can stop yourself. you’re kneeling between his spread thighs, face-to-face that fat cock. it makes him moan louder, his hand speeding up. andrew leans forward, brushing the leaky tip of his cock on your lower lip without pushing for more. 

you hum, licking your lip, tasting his precum. salty and tangy, delicious. “taste so good, andy,” you whisper, looking up at him with your big doe eyes. “feels good? my panties around your cock?”

“you minx,’’ he almost growls, and the sound makes heat pool on your lower tummy. “feels so good, goddamnit. gonna keep ‘em and use it every time,” he says. 

you lean in, pressing a sweet, otherwise chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. andrew’s body locks up, head thrown back as he cums. thick ropes of his release spilling all over your panties. you moan, too, watching him. you reach out, cleaning a little drop of cum from his thigh with your thumb, then brings it to your mouth to taste it. the sight makes his cock twitch, still cumming. 

“want you to cum on my mouth next,” you say, standing up. 

“fuck that,” andrew growls, tackling you to the bed. his large body engulfs you, trapping you to the bed. 

before you can even think of reacting, his tongue is shoved down your mouth, and he's pulling moans from you when his hips grind against your pussy through the jeans you're wearing. 

“it's my turn to have some fun, baby,” andrew says, his hand pulling your pants down — the button flies away with the force of his tug. 

“andrew, my favorite pair of jeans!” you complain, pouting at him. 

“i'll buy you another one,” he says, shimmying his way down your body. “hell, i'll buy you the whole store if you ask me to.” 

he pulls your leg up, to rest on his shoulders. he buries his face right in your cunt, taking a whiff straight from the source. he groans into the fabric when he realizes it's wet. not only wet, soaked. 

“been dreaming ‘bout this for so fucking long,” he says, his nose prodding at your clit through your panties. andrew licks at you, his tongue flat against the covered slit of your pussy. 

the extra stimulation — his tongue, the rough fabric — makes you shiver, gripping the sheets. 

andrew pulls back, licking his lips like he's hungry and you're his last meal, his fingers hook under the elastic of your panties, pulling them to the side. 

“oh, hello, baby,” he whispers, talking exclusively to your pussy. andrew, being the little shit he is, parts your soppy folds with two fingers and blows cool air. the sound that comes out of your mouth is unholy. 

the first touch of his mouth is almost tentative. andrew licks your pussy with the tip of tongue, from your already fluttering hole to the clit. he does it again, only this time, with the flat of his tongue. 

andrew sucks your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he suckles on it ‘til it throbs. your back goes up in a pretty arch, hands now gripping his auburn curls. he does it again, then pulls off with a wet, loud pop. 

“andy,” you whine at the loss of contact, and the bastard laughs. he laughs with his face still against your pussy, the rumbling sound making a shiver run up your spine. 

“just a little touching with my mouth and you're already whining like a kitten, baby?” he murmurs, giving your pussy lips a little graze of his teeth. 

andrew teases your hole with his tongue. he prods at it, never actually pushing inside, but bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

just when he's sure you're close to the orgasm, is when he's starts eating your cunt in earnest. straight up making out with it; his tongue’s everywhere, flicking your clit and then fucking your weepy hole. 

your thighs shake and clamp around his head as you come, trapping him there — not that he'd ever wanna leave. your pussy's his heaven, now. andrew growls, doubling down on his ministrations, two of thick fingers suddenly dipping inside you to the last knuckle. 

“this fucking tight cunt, gonna make sure it's gaping in the shape of cock when i'm done with you,” he says, muffled into your pussy. it triggers another orgasm out of you, your body wired on extra sensitivity. 

“andy, please—” you sob, thrashing on the bed from the overstimulation. “i need… i can't…” you babble incoherently. 

“going stupid on me already, sweets?” he bites the inside of your thigh. hard. hard enough to bruise, and you suspect that's exactly what he wants. 

you tug on his hair, and it only spurs him on. you're barely breathing right as you try and recover from two orgasms back-to-back, and andrew's back at it again. 

“too sensitive, andyyyyyyy,” you whimper. 

“don't care, honey,” he mumbles against your cunt. “this pussy's mine now. gonna eat it ‘til i'm full of you.” 

and he does. 

[longlostx11]

Sammy Bryant x reader

Sammy comes home from a tough shift and you make it all better.

Rating: 18+ MDNI | 1.6k words

warnings: smut, consented free use, domestic fluff, p in v, too many uniform mentions

a/n: little break from the last parts of Before We Knew Better cos Sammy also needs to be treated right. I literally needed to write something for him. Hope you fellow Sammy lovers enjoy.

Sammy walks into the house, sighing heavily as he locks the door and throws his keys on the table. 

“I’m home sweetheart.” His voice is tired and you’re not surprised, his shift had yet again gone over. You’re folding clean clothes in the laundry room and before you can call out to tell him, you feel his warmth against your back, his badge digging into your shoulder. His strong arms pulling you back against his broad chest. “Hey baby.” He says so softly as he kisses the side of your head. “Fuck. I’m dead. How was your day?” He whispers as he grabs your hair in his hands, gently placing it all over one shoulder so he can bury his face in your neck, leaving wet lingering kisses. 

You sigh and lean back into him as you continue the job at hand. “It was nice…” your’e trying not to get too distracted as you continue folding one of his hoodies. 

“Mmm….” He hums against your neck, his hand slowly rubbing over your waist and hips. “You smell good…” his lips move along your shoulder and neck, nipping gently where they meet. 

You bite your lip as he reaches down to the hem of your summer dress. You and Sammy had an agreement. You both found it hot when he would just fuck you whenever he wanted. It was something you’d both previously consented to during a long talk about it and always had a safe word. Knowing exactly where this was going you continue to fold the laundry. 

His hands slowly push your dress up to your waist as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck. The way you were trying to focus on the laundry only made him more determined, his large hands spread over your stomach pulling you back into his hardening length. You hear the click of his duty belt undoing before he places it a safe distance away from you both. 

“I had a bath…” you tell him conversationally. “I went for a little walk…” 

“Mhmm… that sounds nice baby.” He says gruffly, his hands sliding up to grab your tits over your dress. He squeezed gently, thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples making your knees weak but he was steady behind you. “You smell like fucking heaven…” you heard his zip and then felt his hard dick against your plump ass. Your breathy moan is music to his ears, he loves how much he affects you, nothing cold or fake like he’d had in the past. When it was a manipulation tactic to distract him from all the fucked up shit going on. 

No. This was mutual… this was worship on both parts. He pushes your panties down letting them fall and when he peaks down seeing them pooling around your bare feet he groans deep before pulling out his heavy cock. “Good girl…” He praises, instantly recognising the relaxed way you submit to him. 

You try to concentrate on folding the t shirt in your hands as he rubs his heavy leaking cock between your bare cheeks, tapping his thick head against your pussy… you really do. 

“So fucking wet…” he breaths as his hand slides between your legs, two fingers plunging inside you. You gasp and lean heavily on the counter, the t shirt in your hands being crushed as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles. “You okay there?” He mutters pulling his fingers from your already swollen pussy. You nod shakily as your finish folding the t shirt and set it aside before grabbing a sweater with shaky hands. 

His thick cock pushes into your tight pulsing hole in one slow deliberate stroke, his hips grinding once he’s fully inside you. He moans loud in your ear, hands gripping your hips tightly. “That’s my girl… such a good girl for me.” He murmurs as he starts to fuck you steadily, not rushing, his tired body moving with a loving dominance. The shirt you were folding gets scrunched up in your fists at one particularly powerful thrust of his hips and he chuckles from behind you at your pathetic attempt. He continued driving into you deeply. 

“Aww baby, look at the mess you’re making.” He coos as he molds himself around you and nips at your earlobe. His fingers strumming against your clit and his rough yet soft voice, filled with exhaustion and pleasure is all too much for you. 

You have no idea if the mess you’re making is the fully forgotten laundry or the one on his dick but you fully do.

not.

care.

You begin to push back, meeting his thrusts. He pants as you do, your pussy gripping his cock and he has to squeeze your hips to set the pace himself otherwise he would come on the spot. He breaths your name against your neck as his thrusts get faster. “Fucking perfect…”

You whimper and moan as he pushes you gently to bend over the counter whilst fucking into you. A glance over your shoulder shows you that his attention is completely focused on you. Still in his uniform, his strong arms bulging as he moves. He sees you looking and gives you that crooked half smirk that has you tightening around him. 

“There she is…” He moans as he squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading you open so you feel every inch of him.

“Sammy.” You whimper. 

His voice drops to a low gravelly whisper as one hand moves to spread possessively over your stomach and the other keeps moving against your clit. “Right here baby?”

“Yes…”

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He praises, voice thick with obsession. He’s watching your face reflected in the window above the counter, obsessed with how you look and how completely wrecked you are just for him. He’s disappointed when you bury your face in the pile of unfolded laundry in front of you but the scream you let out makes up for it, the fabric only slightly muffling you. The tight clench of you makes his eyes roll back. “God damn, baby…” 

He’s close too, his jaw tightening and his arms corded from restraint as he fucks you through it slowing slightly as your orgasm ebbs but your pussy still flutters around him. Still bent over the counter you look back at him adoringly. Completely blissed out and he counts his lucky stars he has you. You make him feel truly wanted, needed, desired and loved. Nothing like the transactional sex he’d been used to for so long. Here he was worshipped. “So fucking beautiful…” he leans forward to press a lingering kiss to your shoulder. “My girl…”

“All yours Sammy…” you gasp as he speeds up again his strong hands gripping your waist.

“Fuck yes. All mine.” He growls low in his throat, restraint snapping with a shout. The sound of your sincere reassurance destroys him. His hips snap forward, losing his rhythm. His ragged moans and the way you feel his cum releasing deep inside you as his body trembles around you has you moaning along with him. 

His grip on your hips is tight before his forehead drops heavily against your shoulder. “Fuck…” He breaths grinding his hips slowly with the aftershocks of both your intense orgasms, completely overwhelmed. 

You sigh happily reaching back to pull his face into yours, nuzzling against him. He stays that way for a while, enjoying how you handle him like he’s something worth having. He kisses you deeply, both of you groaning and sensitive as he’s still inside you. He pulls out of you with a broken laugh, kissing your nose lightly. 

Straight away he pulls your panties back up for you. Tugging them back into place gently before fixing his own pants, leaving the top button open so that when you turn around you can see the skin just above his boxers and can’t help but reach out to stroke him. Hand rubbing his tummy under his shirt making him grin stupidly. You can almost see the shift from hell he’s just had melting off of his shoulders. 

Despite how tired he clearly is he helps you finish folding the laundry as close to you as physically possible. 

You tell him you made his favourite dinner and that it should still be warm in the oven waiting for him and that mischievous smile that lights up his eyes spreads across his face. 

“You serious?” He stops mid fold with a towel in his hands, looking at you like you hung the moon. He drops the towel and wraps his arms around you. “Baby… you actually are an angel.” 

He asks you to come sit with him while he eats and you do. You talk and laugh and by the heat that fills his eyes every now and again you now he’s loving the fact that you’re still full of him. He’s content as he finishes his meal, watching you talk, the way your eyes sparkle when he says something you like… which he guesses must be everything. He leans back in the chair, arms crossed behind his head. 

He’s home. He’s finally home. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more.” You tell him as you stand and grab his plate, kissing his head. He grabs your wrist before you can pull away looking up at you with a soft expression that always makes your heart skip. 

“Nah, I love you more.” 

You just smile down at him with a shake of your head and leave him sitting there grinning like an idiot as he watches you walk over to the sink. He’s completely exhausted but too happy to care as he drags a hand over his tired eyes contemplating having a coffee so he can make love to you until you’re writhing beneath him. 

Then you walk past him letting your fingers tickle the back of his neck gently and your perfume lingers even when you’ve left the room.

Coffee… definitely coffee. 

[romantic-insomniac]

hello my love :3

although i'm still mentally recovering from the lingerie drabble (feral AS FUCK)

was wondering if you could cook up a little something about our dear lovely detective sammy bryant who is your coworker and lowkey struggles to keeps his eyes AND HANDS off of you if you're working together on something in the office 😏

thought you would like this one alex baby >:) chubby sammy bryant i am inside you !!

pathetic chubby!sammy bryant + ‘please? i’ll be quick’ + workplace oral drabble :3

*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !

sammy bryant cannot keep his hands to himself. it’s seriously a chronic issue your boyfriend has. you don’t mind it when the two of you are alone. clearly you don’t, because you two have sex at least twice a day due to your insatiable need for one another.

but, you’ve been trying to keep your sort of new relationship under wraps at work. because you don’t want to get fired or worse, tell the other detectives in the division. not that you’re one of them. you’re the cutie crime scene tech who they all beg for help with the evidence on their cases. but in the end, it’s sammy who you gave a real chance to. and thank god you did. because sammy bryant is the best boyfriend with the best dick you’ve ever had. he’s sweet when he doesn’t have to be, thoughtful at times when others aren’t, and understands everything about you.

well, almost everything. your boyfriend seems to have the toughest time comprehending the ‘secret’ part of a secret relationship. seeing as he’s always trying to grope your waist in the hallway, press his soft belly to your back and crotch to your ass at your desk, or fully makeout with you in the elevator.

or like right now. when he’s followed you into an evidence closet and looks two seconds away from getting on his knees to literally beg as he looks at you with the biggest, most pleading puppy dog eyes. “can i please eat you out baby?”

you sigh loudly, dramatically. this is the third time this week that sammy has tried to go down on you at work. you've managed to keep him satiated with just dry humping in an elevator ride up until now in fear of getting caught. but when he clasps his shaky hands to actually plead, you finally give in.

you grab the collar of his button up that’s tight around his pudgy neck, pulling him until your back is pressed against the door. sammy panics slightly, his round, freckled face blotching red as he thinks you're moving to leave. he drops to his knees and whines, "please? i’ll be quick! promise!"

you giggle at his utter desperation to taste you. your thighs clench, your panties dampen at his pathetic tone. you reach down and cup his chubby cheek. he immediately nuzzles into the touch with a breathy sound. his meaty hands snake out to grip your knees that are exposed below your pencil skirt.

"i guess you have been a good boy today sammy…" you drawl, slowly draping one leg over his plushy shoulder. his pupils blow wide and his auburn curls shake with his rapid nods of agreement. "just a little taste and then we have to go back to work... okay?"

“fuck- thank you. thank you baby.” moving before you can blink, sammy hikes your leg higher up on his body and dives in between your parted thighs. you throw your head back in a gasp at the first long lick he takes of your clothed pussy. he groans loudly when he finds how wet you are, your whole body vibrates with the sound. your hips instinctively buck towards him and he repeats the noise.

he grips your panties, tugging them up and to the side to make sure the fabric catches on your clit. his bulky forearm that keeps them held there presses you against the door. you moan at the jolt of pleasure from the friction on your sensitive bud. sammy starts to lap you up. switching between tracing his tongue around your dripping entrance and sticking the warm muscle inside you and swirling it. “you taste so good- mmfhf- needed you all- all day sweetheart.”

you’re bitting your fist to hold back your noises, already squeezing your eyes shut at the white hot feeling sparking in your stomach. he paws at your opposite thigh with his free hand without even faltering his tongue’s movements. you’re then fully lifted of the ground and pinned to the wall, your thighs hugging his ears and your fingers gripping his now sweaty curls. it’s only then that you realize that sammy’s whimpering loudly from his place on his knees.

“s-sammy baby… you have to- ohmygod- have to be quiet.” he shakes his head rapidly. his nose rubs against your clit that’s already sensitive from the lace digging there. you squeal at the dual stimulation the firm stroking adds on top of his tongue slurping inside you. he presses his vein corded forearm harder into your abdomen to add even more pressure. your vision blurs at the edges.

“oh god! sammy im gonna- oh fuck!” your thighs start to shake around him as the tingling in your body grows tangible. bright and hot. you hear him release a whine in repsonse. pathetic and high pitched. you steal a glance down to see sammy bryant on his knees. eyes squeezed shut in pleasure of his own from licking your most intimate area. his meaty hips are humping into air. into nothing.

the sight is so desperate and wanting that you come with a muffled cry into your palm. legs shaking, walls fluttering and toes curling. he makes out with your achey core during your rise, peak and come down. when he's licked up every last drop of your orgasm, you sag against the door. sammy fixes your panties, then gently places you down.

rising to his full height, he gathers you in his strong arms and hugs you sweetly. his pudge you love so much warms you instantly. he kisses your cheeks and nose as you snuggle into him, before moving to place a soft one to your forehead.

sammy then acts as if you were the one who just gave him the best orgasm of his life by murmuring against your skin, “thank you so much sweetheart. i needed that.”

[j4ck4bbot]

18+ MDNI! cw: cheating

the concept of being detective sammy bryant's badge bunny sigh.

waiting around the station doors until he finally leaves for the day, and then you're allll over him. arms draped around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck, giggling, "hi, detective bryant... y'look stressed, want me to help you relax?"

sammy tries to pretend he's ashamed to have someone who's very much not his wife kissing at his jaw in broad daylight, but there's no use, the grin is already plastered to his face.

his big hands spread over the globes of your ass and squeeze, "baby, get in the car, okay? someone's gonna see us."

stroking sammy's cock in the back of his car, his shirt fully unbuttoned so you can see his flushed tummy rise and fall with his laboured breaths!! seeing his hands curl into the leather of the seat when you finally get your lips around him, how his head lolls back against the window when your tongue flicks at his leaking tip. "shit, you're so fuckin' good at this— wha— oh my god, you're gonna get me there quick, huh, baby?"

making him come and it gets all over his badge cause it's still clipped to his belt :( he's like "aw, baby, you gotta stop doing that... alright, clean it up." and you do, lapping at the gold metal with your eager little tongue!!

[romantic-insomniac]

☼︎ 1.5 k celebration fic for... sammy bryant ☼︎ based on these asks ☼︎

summary ☼︎ after getting cheated on and treated as if he was terrible in bed, your boyfriend sammy has no idea just how good he always makes you feel. how do you remedy that? by having him tell you how good he is while you ride him of course!

cw ☼︎ afab!reader, talks of insecurities/infidelity, established relationship, reassurance af! dry humping for like a second, kissing :3, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie heals all

wc ☼︎ 1.2 k

the first time you and sammy had sex, you thought him asking you "that feel good?" or "is this okay?" repeatedly was just him learning your body. but at three months into the relationship and he's still acting surprised you even want to be intimate with him, you know it's more than that.

it was the same cycle of little things here and there that had you realize sammy was unaware of how good to you he was. it ranged from sending him a dirty text or picture while he was gone only to be met with a response like "you know you sent that to me right?", to trying to get him undressed and in your pants the second he got home just for him to scrunch his face up and say "you don't have to do that for me."

some nights, you even thought you were the problem. because every time you tried to tell him you felt needy for him, he always double and triple checked if you actually wanted to. your confusion came to a head after dinner on his couch one night.

you'd wanted him inside you since the second he got home, but as always, he looked at you like you had four heads when you tried to make a move. so you waited until after dinner and halfway through the movie he let you pick out. you lean over to start kissing his neck and you hear his breath hitch when you sling a leg over his waist to straddle him. "missed you today sammy.." you hum as you reach his lips while trailing your fingers down his soft belly to his pants zipper.

"are you sure you want to?" is what he murmurs when you tug at the metal tab. you huff, pulling back to look at him. "do you.. not want me or something sammy?" his hazel eyes look cartoonish the way they bulge outwards. "w-what? of course i do."

you play with the buttons on his shirt as you whisper, "then why are you always acting surprised when i want to be with you?" his pudgy cheeks redden instantly, a hand carding through his curls as he looks anywhere but you. "cause it is surprising for me. i guess." when your face scrunches in confusion he rubs the back of his neck as he continues. "my ex she uh, she cheated on me. and i- i think its because of y'know.. her not being satisfied with my… abilities."

the frown takes over your face instantly, heart sinking at the fact that his insecurities come from a woman who wasn't even faithful to him. you think for a second, the last few months becoming clearer in your mind. "sammy… you know that i think you're really good at sex right?"

"baby, you don't have'ta lie-" "i'm not lying! i swear, sammy. you're the only guy who's ever made me finish." he blinks up at you, hands tightening on your hips as you rock once on top of him. "i- i am?" you nod sweetly, not being able to help grinding down on him as you feel him fully harden beneath you. a small groan slips out of both of you at the movement.

"mhm.. you make me feel so good sammy. only you" his lips part at your admission before he cradles your face in his chubby hands to pull you down to kiss him. by the time your tongue slips into his mouth you're desperate, rocking back and forth and whining on top of him.

a surge of confidence rushes though your boyfriend as he whispers against your lips, "w-want me to make you feel good right now?" you don't try to fight of your soft moan of anticipation, which causes sammy to buck his hips up involuntarily as you nod.

you both quickly stand up and all clothes are discarded in between needy kisses before settling back onto the couch. you stop him before he can roll you into missionary, his go to position, and you pray that you've reassured him enough that he'll let you try something new.

you scoot around until you're hovering upright on his lap as you face away from him. you glance over your shoulder and bite your lip when you see his eyes glued to your ass. "this okay sammy?" his enthusiastic nod has you giggle, which is quickly cut off by a moan as he guides you to sink down onto his cock.

"jesus- fuck- you feel so good like this baby." sammy babbles already as you start to ride him in reverse cowgirl for the first time. you're crying out his name as he stretches you until you feel him in your throat.

even though you're not face to face, the new position lets you lean back against his soft chest and easily turn your head to kiss him. it's a sloppy kiss that has your hips faltering when he starts grinding upwards to meet each of your bounces. "oh god- so big sammy ooohh god-!" you yelp when he reaches around to rub your clit just how you taught him to, which you reward with a "just like that- mhm-! so good sammy."

sammy starts to whine into your mouth when you clench around him. "tell me that you're making me feel good. say it sammy." he hesitates for a second before you bend down and gently cup his balls that sit just below where he's touching your clit. he chokes out a groan before nodding in agreement. "im makin' you feel good baby- makin' you f-feel so good."

you're tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as you whimper, "so good sammy- best anyone's ever made me feel." he speeds up his thrusts, his thick tip hitting the sensitive spot inside you relentlessly. he breaks your kiss to stick two of the chubby fingers from his free hand in your mouth, humming in satisfaction at you when you suck fervently and look back at him with glossy eyes.

he releases them with a *pop* and brings them to pinch one of your nipples and your orgasm approaches you like the inevitable drop off at a cliff. you feel him puff out his chest a bit against your back. and when he grunts, "yea.. yea- i'm the best you've ever had- hnng - f-fucking this tight pussy better than anyone else has, r-right?", you're a goner. you spasm around him, reaching forward to grab at his knees when your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and you free fall with a shaky moan.

and sammy's right behind you, muttering a few "so good baby, fuck- best ive ever felt." and "gonna fill you up jus how you like it- gonna be so full a'me. only me." the next second your insides are flooded with warmth as he whimpers your name. you shiver at his come filling you to the brim, sending lovely aftershock waves through your body.

you sag back against his chest with a sigh, sammy wraps his strong arms around you, kissing your neck softly. you nuzzle your cheek to the top of his head where is curls lay a little sweaty now. you hold his hand in yours as you smile. "told you you were good at that."

[hermionecanwrite]

here's a request :) jack abbot figuring out that his resident with a strong personality actually has a praise kink and so he tests the theory out (maybe with dumbification too if you fuck with that)

It's been such a long time since I wrote smut lol this was fun, hope it's ok...

CW for unprotected sex, mild condescension, heavy praise kink (let me know if I missed anything but I think that's it)

Jack had learned three things about the new nightshift attending within the first week.

You were almost always prepared.

You were almost always right.

And you refused to let either of those facts go unmentioned.

Rounds took twenty minutes longer with you on shift. Not because you were slow. Quite the opposite, actually; you were sharp and clearly used to the pace of emergency medicine. It was that you turned every plan into a discussion. Every diagnosis came with the mention of a paper you’d read at two in the morning or a case study you’d been flipping through. Every medication choice earned a raised eyebrow and a, "Walk me through that one."

It wasn’t condescension or even really judgement. You never challenged him in front of patients. Never made a fuss out of ego. You simply seemed constitutionally incapable of accepting because I said so as a reason. You had to know how he got to a diagnosis, how his mind had worked through the puzzle. 

Most attendings would have hated it.

Jack found himself annoyed, but also…somewhat flattered.

You listened. Really listened. If his reasoning was better, you changed course without sulking or making excuses. You just wanted to know how his brain ticked. Wanted to chase after his mind the way you chased after him in the halls of the ED. It was a little endearing. So he let it go on even while it bugged him, because at the end of the day being chased after felt surprisingly good.

He’s just a man, after all.

It became your routine. He'd finish giving instructions. You’d linger. There'd be a pause. Somewhere between three to five seconds depending on how much caffeine you’d managed to consume that night and how convinced you were that he was wrong. He'd hear you inhale and without looking up he'd say, "Go ahead."

"...I think we should image first."

Or

"...I have concerns."

Or

"...Respectfully-"

Always respectfully, but never quietly. Jack feels his lips twitch even while he sighs.

You occupied space the way people did when they'd spent their whole lives having to prove they deserved to be there. Unyielding when you thought you were right, you’d stand there with a chart tucked under one arm and wait for him to talk you around. More than once he'd caught another resident watching the exchange with wide eyes, clearly expecting him to shut it down.

He never did.

Irritatingly, you made him a better lead attending. You caught things, asked questions no one else bothered to ask him anymore. You refused to let habit masquerade as good medicine - even when it was, objectively, good medicine.

You were exhausting.

You were excellent.

And every now and then, when you’d finally accept his reasoning with a reluctant little nod and disappear to practice medicine instead of debate it, he'd catch himself feeling almost fond.

It wasn’t that he'd won, it was that you’d made him earn it.

It didn’t take him long to realize that you hassled him so often because you wanted his attention. Wanted a pat on the head and a nice catch, doctor. The thing was, he wasn’t exactly the kind of man to hand out compliments like halloween candy. He gave you the occasional nod or fist bump, but that just had you coming back even harder, pressing your points shaper, trailing after him like a baby chick just peep peep peep-ing away. 

He hated to admit it, but the reason he found it annoying instead of outright infuriating was twofold. First, you were just so damnably earnest. And second? You were frustratingly pretty. He knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate, since he was technically your superior, but he tells himself that it’s not like you’re his resident. You’re an attending. An adult and a doctor in your own right. And really, what’s he supposed to do? Not notice how you fill out your scrubs as you chase after him running your pretty mouth?

He’s only a man after all.

Sometimes though you just don’t know when to give it a rest. It’s after one of the rough nights in the lead up to halloween where you just would not shut up that has him finally boiling over. Jack finally turns to corner you in the lingering shadows of the ambulance bay while you walk out towards the parking lot in the early morning light. His hand finds the back of your neck without much thought, gripping you firm to make sure you’re paying attention. 

“Enough,” Jack says, voice firm and eyes locked onto yours. “Take it easy, alright? You’re doing just fine. You’re good and I know it. You can let go.”

He felt more than saw you freeze. Heard the click of your throat as you swallowed. Saw the way your cheeks flushed, the way your pupils dilated. And all together…well. His brain presented him with the most devastating little realization.

He’d though you were just desperate to prove yourself, but that wasn’t it at all. You kept chasing after him because you wanted attention. His attention. Not just intellectually, like he’d assumed. No…you wanted him.

“...well look at that,” he murmured, voice dropping into a lower register. He brushed the thumb of his free hand over your bottom lip. “You do have an off switch.”

You squeak, but stay right where you are. Eyes locked on him, relaxed rather than tense under his hands…

Fuck it. He’s only a man.

“…that all you’re after sweetheart? Just wanna be told you’re pretty and doing a good job?”

You nod as well as you can with his hand still on your neck. 

“None of that now, pretty girl. You are my smart, pretty girl aren't you?” he asks, thumb tapping softly on your lip.

You open your mouth to let him push it inside, sucking automatically as your tongue glides along the pad. 

“Ohhh yes. So smart, sweetheart, I knew you were.” Jack all but coos as your eyes go glassy. “A regular little brainiac for me. Working so hard for me all night. You wanna come work for me all morning too?”

Your breath hitches as you nod again, cheeks still hollowed around his thumb.

He pulls his hand away, pressing his lips to yours before you can complain. Jack grabs hold of your hips as he pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, pulling you in to grind against him. “Gonna need you to use your words, sweetheart. You can do that right? Go on, use your words like a big girl. Tell me what you want; no hard feelings either way.”

“Jack…”

He chuckles, pushing your hips away from his. “Nuh uh, I know my name. Gotta use your words for me smart girl.”

You whimper at the sudden distance, trying to get back flush to him and the thick length that had been pushing against your tummy. “I want you. Take me home?”

“Thaaaats it,” he grins, finally tugging you back into him. “What a good girl you are, being so clever for me.”

You follow him to his truck, Jack keeping a hand on your thigh for the drive back to his house. His hand stokes you firmly, a wordless little pet that makes your blush linger as you take shy little glances at him. He looks at you as you finally park and make it inside, brushing one of the locks that’s fallen out of your updo back behind your ear. 

“Still want to do this?”

You nod, a shiver racing down your spine when Jack gives you an unimpressed look at you not using your words. “Yes. I want to.”

“Good girl,” he breathes out.

And then he’s on you. 

It’s not feral or overwhelming. He doesn’t pounce so much as pull you in. By the time he has you splayed out on his bed he’s managed to kiss that dazed look back onto your face. “Easy now. Be a sweet girl and let me look at you, hm?”

You peel your scrub top off, Jack’s eyes raking over your chest. “Yeah, sweetheart, just…like…” he pushes you, making a little huff of air leave you as your back hits the mattress. “...that.”

With deft hands he unhooks your bra, taking a moment to just look at you before he taps your hip to get you to lift your hips. Jack hooks his fingers into both your scrub pants and your panties, dragging them down your thighs until you’re left bare before him. Your knees come together as your hands come up to cover your breasts.

“Oh no,” Jack coaxes, gently grabbing hold of your wrists. “Don’t you go shy on me now, pretty girl.” You let him pull your hands away, only for him to palm your breasts himself. He stokes his thumbs over your nipples to make them peak, desperate to kiss and suck but still blocked by your knees. “Come on sweetheart, don’t make me guess. You jabber at me all night long, I wanna hear my smart girl now, too. What do big girls do?”

Your face flushes at the reminder to use your words, but you manage to answer. “...you…you have too much on.”

Jack grins at you. “Is that all pretty girl? I can fix that.”

He strips down without hesitation, casting his clothes to the floor and setting his prothesis to the side of the nightstand. “Better?” he asks, coming back to you.

You don’t answer. Instead you pull him back down into a searing kiss, arms going over his shoulders as your knees finally part to let him nestle between your thighs. You can feel his palms glide down your sides, changing the angle of your hips to let him lean more of his weight into you, before they go right back to your breasts. 

Jack breaks the kiss to mouth down your neck, delighting in all the little sighs and gasps you make. He smiles into your skin as he works his way back down to your chest. God. And to think you’d been so very annoying for months. He could kick himself for not realizing sooner that all it took to make you close your mouth was to cover it with his. 

He nipped at one firm peak. “Tell me again about that head lac from earlier?”

“W-what?” you stutter.

Jack sucked hard at the soft skin under your breast, until he was sure there’d be a mark. “The head lac. Present it to me again.”

You start to talk, words coming slow and stilted. Jack spends the entire time working over your breasts, sucking marks into the skin when you stutter, rolling your pretty nipples when you manage to remember how to speak. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep going for me,” he encourages, starting to move down your stomach. “The STEMI from room 8?”

It’s exponentially harder to remember your own name, let alone the case, as Jack settles between your thighs. You moan as his fingers stroke through your wet folds, bucking up into his feather light touch. He chuckles, face pressed against your leg. “Easy there, pretty girl. Just checking.” He settles a thumb on either side of you, pushing them apart until he can see your entrance flutter. “So wet, sweetheart. You always get so excited when you’re hearing yourself sound so smart?” 

He’s not even sorry for the wicked grin that crosses his face when he sees you clench on nothing at the compliment. “Oh yeah?” he muses, leaning forward to lick a broad stripe up you, the tip of his tongue flicking your swollen clit at the top. “Keep going then, brainiac.”

Your hands find his hair as he sets to work, big hands keeping your thighs spread as he listens to you…try. He can tell you’re doing your best, but so is he - and it’s making you completely lose your train of thought. He slips two broad fingers into you and you tell him three times what the patient’s potassium levels were. He curls them, beginning to slowly rock them into you while his tongue refocuses on your clit, and you start telling him disjointed bits of medical jargon. And when his free hand lets go of your thigh to pull up the hood so he can suckle your bud and work over it with fast little laps? All that's left is pathetic little cries of his name.

Jack pulls back, fingers leaving your slick folds as you whine beneath him. “Ohhh what’s wrong sweetheart? Are you not my smart girl anymore?” He licks his fingers clean before taking hold of himself and running the swollen red tip of his cock through your wetness. “That’s alright. You can still be my pretty girl and she can be clever,” he coos, eyes locked on your pussy. 

“Look at her. Knows just what she wants. Already trying to suck me in…”

Your eyes roll back as he pushes his hips forward, a low punched out sound escaping him as he feeds you every inch. By the time his hips touch yours it feels like he’s deep in your stomach. Your every thought has boiled down to him, to how good he makes you feel, to the tone of his voice now that language has started to escape you.

Jack leans forward to capture your mouth in a kiss that tastes like your juices. He groans as he starts to thrust, a steady stream of words pouring out of his mouth that are all colored by praise.

“There we go, pretty girl, you just let me do the work. Such a mouthy thing, but your big brain must live in your pussy, huh? She got herself all wet for me, gripping me so tight, knows just what she needs to do to let me make her feel good. My pretty girl with her clever little cunt…”

Your sounds echo off the walls, high pitched little Ah! Ah! Ah! noises. He picks up the pace as he feels your walls start to flutter around him, working a hand between you to play with your clit. “There she goes. Almost there, sweetheart, just need to feel you let go for me. Be a good girl and come for me...”